Untouchable Lovers-Chapter 116 - 107: The Distant Kunlun Slave

Chapter 116 -107: The Distant Kunlun Slave

Actually, the concept of imperial visits in disguise, in Chu Yu’s view, was nothing more than spending public money on eating, drinking, and entertainment. In those TV dramas, whether it was “satirical XX,” or “XX’s Disguised Visit,” even “Iron Teeth and Copper Teeth XXX,” almost all these incognito visits were primarily for pleasure, with a siding priority to inspect the populace. Along the way, the Emperor could even bring back a beauty or two from Jiangnan as local novelties.

Therefore, whether incognito or not, the Emperor generally made his way to Jiangnan, where there were mountains and water, delicious food and wine, and beautiful women, seldom heading to the harsh deserts of Northern Mo.

Liu Ziyue was no exception.

Although it was Chu Yu who suggested this inspection site, it also required Liu Ziyue’s approval.

The journey was filled with feasting and merriment, the grand procession marched on, local officials treated them with great honors, presenting governance reports which were nothing but exaggerated flatteries—seeking either promotion or rewards. The journey paused occasionally taking a month before finally reaching Shan Yin County.

Aside from Chu Yu accompanying the carriage, there was also a Noble Consort surnamed Xie along. She seemed older than Liu Ziyue, looking to be in her early twenties; her beauty was stunning, and her demeanor always displayed the lethal charm of a mature woman, yet she hardly spoke. Despite sharing a carriage with her all the way, Chu Yu hardly found any opportunity to engage in conversation with her.

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At some of the scenic spots, Liu Ziyue even composed a few poems. Though not exceptionally literate, for a teenager of sixteen or seventeen, the poems were still quite commendable.

Shan Yin County was a place rich in stories. Not to delve into the distant ones, Wang Xizhi, for instance, once heard that there was a Daoist in Shan Yin who bred excellent geese. He visited and the Daoist had him transcribe the “Tao Te Ching” before giving him the geese—this incident has since become a well-known tale.

Another case was the poem gathering by the Qu River, which was initially held at Lanting in Shan Yin, producing the timeless “Lanting Collection,” with the preface written by Wang Xizhi.

Chu Yu had her own mansion in her fief, and it was here at Princess Mansion that Liu Ziyue’s party was received. They arrived at noon; the person standing at the door to greet them was Moxiang, which somewhat surprised Chu Yu. After a busy reception and once Liu Ziyue had rested a bit and night had fallen, Chu Yu called for Moxiang and asked, “Why didn’t Rong Zhi come?”

Moxiang’s brows slightly furrowed as she looked softly at Chu Yu and said, “Young Master Rong was about to leave, but he suddenly fell ill just before departure and couldn’t travel. So, he sent me in his stead.”

Fell ill?

Chu Yu paused, not having the time to think, only asked, “What illness?”

Moxiang shook her head, “I don’t know.” Although it was already dark, she could clearly see that Chu Yu’s complexion, upon hearing of Rong Zhi’s illness, gradually turned pale.

Biting her lip hard to pull her thoughts from emptiness, Chu Yu forced herself to calm down and asked, “So before you left, how was Rong Zhi’s illness?”

It felt as though her heart was tangled in a mess; Chu Yu felt her heartbeat racing more rapidly, but now that she was in Shan Yin, even if she wanted to rush back, it wasn’t something that could be done instantly.

Moxiang smiled slightly, bowed her head, and conveyed, “Princess need not worry; it’s just a minor illness from physical weakness. A period of rest should suffice for his recovery.”

Though reassured a bit by what Moxiang said, Chu Yu still felt uneasy. She didn’t know precisely what was making her anxious, so she repeatedly pressed for details, but after receiving the same responses from Moxiang, she finally consoled herself not to be overly concerned. Perhaps by the time she returned, she would see a completely well Rong Zhi.

Despite her worries for Rong Zhi, Chu Yu could not simply return at this moment, as it would spoil Liu Ziyue’s amusement. The next day, once Liu Ziyue woke up, refreshed from the weariness of the journey, he asked if there was anything interesting nearby.

Chu Yu thought, I am here for the first time too; whom should I ask? Fortunately, she remembered the tale of the Lanting poetry gathering and casually suggested, “Let’s go see Lanting then.”

Liu Ziyue gladly agreed. The weather was turning autumnal, still slightly warm, but the sky was high and the clouds were sparse, and the air was refreshing.

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Chu Yu and Liu Ziyue, accompanied by not many people, only two personal guards and a team of escorts. In order to avoid alarming others, everyone wore casual clothes and headed towards the outskirts of Shan Yin County.

Although there was only one team of escorts, the team was led by General Zong Yue, a man whose appearance seemed gentle, with narrow, long eyes that would squint into a line when he smiled. However, Chu Yu had heard that this man was rather brutal. When Prince Jingling Liu Dan occupied Guangling City in a rebellion, it was this gentleman who, after the city fell, slaughtered all the men in Guangling City, piling their heads into a small mountain.

Although Zong Yue spoke to Chu Yu in a gentle and soft voice, every time Chu Yu met his gaze, he couldn’t help feeling a chill. Fortunately, he was still loyal to the Emperor, doing whatever the Emperor commanded. He was a loyal subordinate of Liu Ziyue and, for the time being, was unlikely to harm Chu Yu.

The outskirts of Shan Yin were extremely scenic. The closer they approached their destination, the fresher the air became. Just as written in the “Preface to the Orchid Pavilion Collection,” there were magnificent mountains and lush forests; there were also clear, rushing streams reflecting the scenery on either side. Although it was not springtime, arriving at this place towards the end of summer also presented a different kind of charm.

Walking along a stream that meandered in the shape of the letter “Z,”one scenic view after another caught their eyes. Chu Yu’s troubled mood gradually settled down. For the moment, he decided not to think about the affairs back in Jiankang City. However, after a short walk, they spotted a black figure lying prone by the stream ahead, apparently drinking water from the stream.

Before Chu Yu or Liu Ziyue could speak up, Zong Yue coldly instructed the guards, “Go check who is up ahead and drive him away; don’t let him disturb His Majesty’s enjoyment of the trip.”

As the guard approached the man, Chu Yu and Liu Ziyue also came a bit closer and got a clear view of the man. Standing straight, the man wiped his face with his hand, and his amber eyes turned toward the newcomers. He looked at the guard and then at Chu Yu and others, his lucid eyes filled with a puzzled expression.

Seeing the appearance of the man, Chu Yu was very surprised and blurted out, “A Black person?” How did he appear here?

The man was dressed in tattered clothes, barely covered by a cloth around his waist, with the end of a hemp rope dangling naturally. His chest and thighs were exposed, yet his skin was unlike anyone else’s, being a deep honey-black, a natural pigmentation rather than just a sun tan. The sun shone on him, reflecting off his skin like the luster of satin.

His physique was slender, his slightly bulging muscles making him appear sturdy and healthy, yet not in a rigid, block-like way like modern bodybuilders, but rather with natural undulations, like flowing water or mountainous terrain. At first glance, he resembled a human-shaped black panther, with a body full of latent power.

His hair was short and black, coiled in tight curls. As he was standing quite far away, Chu Yu couldn’t see his facial features clearly for the moment, but he appeared rather young. His eyes were a very pure amber, like fine wine held in a crystal goblet, so clear and captivating.

“Would you want me … to move aside?” After being driven away by the guard, the man slowly spoke, his tone awkward and somewhat slow, “Why, why not? No, I won’t move!”

Liu Ziyue also cried out in surprise at this time, revealing the man’s identity to Chu Yu, “A Kunlun slave!”

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